They took me to dinner at a nice restaurant the first Saturday. Daniel ordered wine. Renee asked me about Harold. The kids drew pictures on the paper tablecloth.
Ezoic
I cried in the bathroom afterward.
Good tears.
Then life settled into a routine.
And slowly, I became useful.
It started small.
Ezoic
Renee worked twelve-hour shifts at the hospital. Daniel worked late. The kids got out of school at three.
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“Margaret,” Renee said, the second week. “Would you mind picking up the kids from school on Tuesday? I’ve got a late meeting.”
“Of course.”
Then Thursday.
Then every day.
“Margaret, would you mind making dinner tonight? I’m exhausted.”
“Of course.”
Then three nights a week.
Then four.
“Margaret, would you mind driving Caleb to soccer? Daniel’s got a client dinner.”
Ezoic
“Of course.”
Soccer was Monday and Wednesday. Chloe’s piano lessons were Tuesday. Caleb’s tutoring was Thursday. Chloe’s swim team was Saturday mornings at six.
